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As the samurai of Osa began to carry out this order, a conflict broke out, and more than fifty of the first to leave refused to accept such an unconscionable disposition and became involved with their captors.

Unarmed, however, they were soon defeated by Osha's clubs and shields, stripped of their clothes, and crushed to the sand.

Thuram personally carried out the flogging.

Seeing the suffering of their clansmen, some clans were ready to move, but they stopped in front of the iron pipe weapons of the Grey Castle people.

Everyone has heard of the Oasis Watchdog being defeated overnight.

Even the cavalry, which came and went like the wind, could not break through the defenses of the Grey Castle people.

They relied on the delicate gray-iron weapons in their hands.

For a while, the screams on the shore came and went.

Fortunately, Osha did not intend to let the tortured people die, and the beaten and fleshy back was coated with herbs after the demonstration, and then wrapped tightly with gauze - the cold evil moon was not the peak of the plague, as long as they were strong enough, there should be no problem in surviving.

The expressions of Kaloen and most of the people were a little ugly, and only Mu Li's face was full of joy.

After watching the execution with trepidation, everyone divided into two columns and went to the depths of the sand under the guidance of the whistle.

Thuram didn't say a word, but everyone consciously kept order in the group.

Arriving near the tower, Sinbadi saw a vanishing oasis, or pond, that was presumably what Thuram called the vanguard drinking place. There was no shelter from trees around the pond, only a few bushes of withered yellow shrubs, and the bottom of the pond was very shallow, but about one person high. Perhaps a few decades ago, it was a vibrant oasis, but as Yinchuan's water veins dried up, it ended up in a handful of sand.

Not to mention the fact that this pond is used by the tribe to thrive, even if it is very difficult for the hundreds of people who come to work here. The water can still be seen, but it is because of the few remaining streams in the underground waterways, and by the time summer comes, the water seeps out is not enough to soak in the sun...... Even if you just leave it undrunk, it will quickly evaporate into a dry and cracked valley floor.

Sinbadi has seen many of these oasis ruins.

In other words, if the Grey Castle can't find a new source of water in the next two or three months, they'll have to evacuate the area, let alone build a new town.

Thuram didn't hide this, he walked by the side of the group and shouted, "See this pond, all the water we want to drink will come from here for the next few days, and everyone who wants to pee will get away from me, do you understand?"

"That'...... Where's the food?" someone asked.

"Someone will bring it, and if it's not enough, you can go fishing. Thuram replied.

After not worrying about eating and drinking for the time being, the various clans also settled down a lot, and everyone scattered in twos and threes, and set up camp tents according to the requirements of the Aosha administrator.

Quickly disassembling and assembling a tent is a survival skill that every sandman must master, and a small sheepskin tent that can withstand the wind and cold can accommodate three to six people, usually with one person carrying the required parts. The fishbone clan had only four women who applied to come to work, so they set up the simplest triangular tent, that is, three tents arranged in a triangular shape, fixed with hemp rope to each other, and the doors opened outwards to serve as a warning to each other.

In the afternoon, when the whistle blew again, Thuram gathered everyone together and took them to a place close to the coast.

Sinbadi was surprised to find that it had been turned over by the northerners.

I saw that there were short wooden poles erected everywhere in the flat sand, and white ropes were tied to the center of the shaft, enclosing huge rectangular squares, as if dividing the territory, and each square was a hundred steps long and wide, or even longer.

The most incredible thing is that the blocks look almost the same size, with every corner neatly aligned, and no one knows how they can be consistent over a hundred paces.

He counted roughly, and there were as many as fifty or sixty squares drawn by the white rope, and the Grey Castle people who were gesturing back and forth with strange tools were still inserting new wooden poles, as if intending to extend them all the way to the end of the field of vision.

"You're finally here," one of the tall men walked up to Thuram, "my name is Concret, a former member of the King's Masons Guild...... Ah, you probably haven't heard of this name, after all, there aren't many people in Greycastle who know about the Masons Guild. Fortunately, Your Majesty is kind and willing to take us in, otherwise you wouldn't know where to stay...... Uh, no, these things can be talked about later," he coughed twice, reached out and patted the other party's shoulder, "Anyway, I'm in charge of the construction project of the Endless Cape, and you should be the manager designated by Miss Echo, right?"

Isn't that the nickname of Lord Drow Silvermoon?Sinbadi secretly marveled at the fact that this Grey Castle man, who called himself Concret, was equal to the head of the clan?

Thuram's smile was a little stiff, probably not used to the other party's nagging and etiquette, he took a step back, bowed his head and saluted, "You can call me Thuram, as for these little cubs, what needs to be done, just tell me directly." If anyone dares to be lazy, I will punish him severely. ”

Obviously, he had been instructed by the Ausa Patriarch in advance, and his attitude towards Concrete was quite respectful, but Sinbadi knew that it was the Greykeep warriors who were staring at him who made the other party look like this.

"Very well," said Concritt, with open arms, "there are no taverns or women here, lads—ahem, I mean women, so devote all your energy to the construction of Newhaven! The first task for you is very simple, and that is to dig holes! See those white boxes? Dig out the sand and pile it aside, and dig as deep as you can for each hole, up to your knees!"

No one responded to his call, and the scene was a little quiet.

"Are you all deaf!" Thuram yelled, raising an eyebrow, "and you won't let me work!" his tone was grumpy, but there was a hint of smugness in his eyes.

"Wait...... Concritt raised his hand to stop, "don't worry, I haven't explained to them why they dug this hole." ”

"Your Excellency, you don't have to explain to them—"

"No, no, no, what His Majesty Roland said I agree with very much, that is, subjectivity...... That's right, initiative!" Concritt clapped his palm, "to the effect that once a person knows what he's working for, he's much more productive." So listen up...... These pits are at stake in whether or not we can put down roots here in the future! These pits—" he paused, "are the key to turning seawater into fresh water!"

Hearing this, the crowd suddenly became agitated.

"The reason is very simple, it is no different from boiling water, but only His Majesty Roland can think of this--to introduce the sea water into the pit, use the heat of the sun to heat it into water vapor, and then collect it to get clean drinking water!" Concritt gestured with great interest, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, you can understand that the sea is water mixed with salt, so it is bitter and astringent, as long as the salt is separated, the whole whirlpool sea can be used by us!"

Is this okay? Sinbadi froze in place, not to mention whether the conclusion of the second half of the paragraph is correct, how can such an ethereal thing as water vapor be collected?

"Of course, its production is very limited, and one block area can meet the needs of a dozen or so people, so we need to build a large number of transformation sheds to supply the hundreds of workers stationed here!" Concritt clenched his fists, "You should be lucky! Your Majesty has paid special attention to the construction plan of the Endless Cape, and this is the second town to be named by him after Neverwinter! To celebrate the unification of the Far South, His Majesty has given it the name "Daqing". And you are not only the builders of Daqing Port, but also its first residents!"